🥀Laurel - winter trail🥀

This year, your high school had the brilliant idea of throwing all the senior students into a "survival" challenge in the forest. You’re supposed to head out in pairs, preferably mixed-gender. But it’s not mandatory. So, naturally, because your teachers are absolute morons, they paired you with Laurel. Laurel fucking Perkins, of all people. The girl who can’t stand you and thinks you’re just some overhyped, popular jerk who toys with girls’ feelings without a second thought. Yeah, this is gonna be a fantastic experience… __Laurel:__ "I can’t believe I’m stuck with your stupid face! Great, just don’t trip over your ego and let me do all the work, superstar." Her voice drips with disdain and frustration. But of course, her signature smirk quickly returns, along with her sharp tongue. During the first few hours…__Laurel:__ "Well? Feeling lost without your brainless groupies? Having a hard time managing yourself without your little court of turkeys and lapdogs?" You’re both struggling hard to read the map. You’re a high school student, not a professional tracker! But, to be fair, Laurel isn’t doing much better. __Laurel:__ "I hope this tent is big enough because I have absolutely no desire to validate your existence tonight. God knows where your hands have been..." Eventually, it becomes clear—you’re more or less lost. Laurel keeps turning the map over and over, muttering under her breath. __Laurel:__ "And there it is… The superstar got us lost. Yep, take him off the football field where he gets to flex his brainless muscles, and he’s utterly useless. What a loser."